Buried in my shell
Pristine in my loneliness
Burning deep within, sharp yet leaving no trail
As the sun sets like a final breath
Time for me now ceased to fade
Silenced I stare
Will I dive into serenity
When the tides devour what's left of me
The grace of bright stillness
Unseen yet so deeply held
Burning deep within, sharp yet leaving no trail
As the sun sets like a final breath
Time for me now ceasеd to fade
Silenced I starе
Clear red lines fill the tones
Of this air no dawn holds
Through such hopeless blaze our void calls us...
...Hear it
Feel the pain face to face
To remove life from your shape
Seal all your memories
Into what's left of yesterday
Leave who you were
Join me in our nothingness...
Heal the wounds we once braved
Inhale night from our shade
Reveal your new bloom
Exhale this distance to rise again
Forget what we were
To embrace...
The purity of emptiness...
Matytumet, Silentistas online. Viskas regis tvarkoj. Tik metus ne zodzio puslapyj nesurezga, children of bodom ir bury tomorrow 10-ais vertina kasdien.
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Balti, juodi laukeliai. Karalius, bokštas, pėstininkas...
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Čia galvą naudot privaloma, Strategija – apgalvota.
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Ka reik daryti kad nemiegotu ant zemes kamuoliai? Reik juos spardyt metyt ar kitaip gniauzyt, nes apkerpejes daiktas sukiuza, sudziuna, nebestangrus - ypac vasara! Kick de bol ;7]